The Laughng Toad
The smell of lavander
Bees humming rounds its tall soft tips
The water flowing over the rock
Trickles down my eyes
Shallow ripples; koi pond's surafce.
Chlorinated water; unlucky toad's fate
I saved it! I saved it!
Released from pool to pond
Where he shall be
Free to bathe
Laugh as toad's laugh
Returning in pride
I search for him
Make sure he is clean and laughing
All I see is the resident frog
A gluttoned frog
Two protruding legs
Of my laughing toad
Raised upwards to the heavens
Jutting from the fatted
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Misleading The Audience
In Hollywood, being a general term
Television, movies, news, entertainment implicitly
There is always, for us, perfection
There is no individual, and there is no character
They're embedded, they say inherent
A genealogical vanishing point
Imprinted, infinite, definite
heeds not experience, nor stimulus.
Fly on eye, pronounced rib yelling, rag boy
watch him win the girl, defies impossible,
Smooth, bad, cool, 'Oh YEAH' head-turningly suave,
Comes through in the end
Saves the village, had his epiphany
And rolling credits
No animals were harmed in the making
Reality, untelevised, ain't that pretty at all
His mother's raped his father beaten
Pleading, as a coward, for his life,
They'd say with their movie making eye.
Where's the archetypical truth then...
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Justice & The Fair
It is fair to be born into wealth
But unfair for wealth to be born upon
It is fair to rob the poor of their sweat back
But unfair to rob the rich of their nail clippings
Ive read my books of the church and state
They can kill when backs upon them are turned
But to kill in their faces is treason
You could say, I can say I am for the underdog
The poor man hurting, the good man slaving
I am against the rich man sneaking the bad man beating
But congress is deaf to unwarrented please
Against their fair weather friends and deep pockets
The president a marionette on his dirty knees
In shadows I have dwelt revealing never concealing light
In light I have been accused and let loose
Pitied and despised by the fickle eyes of men
Profit turning business purpose is proper
Success is measured in the displacement of gold
Government succeeds in the silence of its masses
A man succeeds in his love or power
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